The Miscellaneous Works, Volym 2H.C. Baird, 1854 |
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... look'dst like a villain : now methinks , Thy favor's good enough . Some jay of Italy , Whose mother was her painting , hath betrayed him : Poor I am stale , a garment out of fashion , And for I am richer than to hang by th ' walls , I ...
... look'dst like a villain : now methinks , Thy favor's good enough . Some jay of Italy , Whose mother was her painting , hath betrayed him : Poor I am stale , a garment out of fashion , And for I am richer than to hang by th ' walls , I ...
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... look not like the inhabitants of th ' earth And yet are on't ? " the mind is prepared for all that follows . This tragedy is alike distinguished for the lofty imagination it displays , and for the tumultuous vehemence of the action ...
... look not like the inhabitants of th ' earth And yet are on't ? " the mind is prepared for all that follows . This tragedy is alike distinguished for the lofty imagination it displays , and for the tumultuous vehemence of the action ...
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... " So fair and foul a day I have not a . " & c . " Such welcome and unwelcome news together . " " Men's lives are like the flowers in their caps , dying or ere they sicken . " " Look like the innocent flower MACBETH . 15.
... " So fair and foul a day I have not a . " & c . " Such welcome and unwelcome news together . " " Men's lives are like the flowers in their caps , dying or ere they sicken . " " Look like the innocent flower MACBETH . 15.
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William Hazlitt. they sicken . " " Look like the innocent flower , but be the ser pent under it . " The scene before the castle - gate follows the appearance of the Witches on the heath , and is followed by a midnight murder . Duncan is ...
William Hazlitt. they sicken . " " Look like the innocent flower , but be the ser pent under it . " The scene before the castle - gate follows the appearance of the Witches on the heath , and is followed by a midnight murder . Duncan is ...
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... look to have ; But in their stead , curses not loud but deep , Mouth - honor , breath , which the poor heart Would fain deny , and dare not . " We can conceive a common actor to play Richard tolerably well ; we can conceive no one to ...
... look to have ; But in their stead , curses not loud but deep , Mouth - honor , breath , which the poor heart Would fain deny , and dare not . " We can conceive a common actor to play Richard tolerably well ; we can conceive no one to ...
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Sida 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Sida 13 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Sida 97 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Sida 145 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Sida 35 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Sida 127 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Sida 63 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Sida 109 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Sida 15 - A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Sida 81 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?